Last night Larry called me completely stressed and frustrated. "What is going on?" I asked him. "Oh, I'm just stressed about stuff." This is how he always starts off when he needs to talk. He is very ambiguous at first, which, of course, makes me probe further. I continued to dig and ask, "What's bugging you?" After a few minutes he finally let it out. He is frustrated that the Navy cut his orders from Sept 30 to June 30.
Oh yes, we have been down this path many times before. Things like this happen, and for reasons out of his control, but he is hell bent on forcing the issue. I reminded him this lesson comes before him a lot, and yet he never seems to learn. "You must let it go," I gently reminded him. I used the round hole, square peg metaphor.
The deeper issue though is that he takes it as a personal attack rather than just being able to see it as the bureaucratic crap that it is. I, having dealt a lot with my own confidence and self esteem issues, told him he needed to step back and take a good hard look at why he is holding on so strongly to something that has determined his value as less than what it is. I think this speaks to the motivation behind his overall frustration and anxiety.
I suppose it is hard for him when the people that he works for and with are all saying they need him to stay, they need his expertise, but the people making the financial choices only see numbers. In my opinion, those who see him as a critical asset need to step forward and fight the fight to keep him. As we all know, words of kindness are just words if they have no action to back them up.
He listened to everything I said, and I hope understood my point. Whenever I find myself in a pickle, I can always turn to him for a differing perspective and advice, and I hope he can find solace in what I have to say to him. I have watched him in these battles before. They are uphill and arduous, taking the life out of him, but the truth is that he is only fighting himself. I often look at it as a bad relationship. Why do some stay in relationships, either romantic or platonic, when there is nothing being offered on the other end? People will stick around and offer their undying devotion to something or someone that cannot offer anything in return. Trying to convince someone to love you, to accept you and find you valuable is a futile effort. I speak from too much experience. Either they do or they don't. It is up to you to decide when it is time to move on, leaving those who no longer value you behind. You can never be happy spending your life trying to get someone to see your value when they are unable to.
I find this scenario to be true for him in this particular situation. Either the Navy needs to put their words into action or it is time to move on, and move towards something else that is no doubt waiting for him anyway. One thing is for sure, there are always opportunities ahead. You just have to be able to close the door on the places and people that no longer fit in your life. In doing so, you allow yourself see all the many doors yet to be opened.
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us." -Helen Keller
4/23/2008
4/21/2008
What's your Dream?
Everyone has a dream. It is probably one of the best parts about being human. I would be worried about a person that didn't have dreams. I think for some it might be easier to dream; people that have a creative streak, or maybe have a childish spirit. I still dream a lot. I think I was yelled at as a kid for having my head in the clouds. Well, it didn't do much good....my head is still floating around up there in the stratosphere. When I say "dream" I don't necessarily mean the dreams in one's sleep, but dreams for one's life, both the realistic and the fantastic.
Today I was once again up City Creek Canyon doing my little jog jig. Between the sound of my feet pounding the asphalt, the breathing in and out, and the splashing of the water beside me, my mind opened up and became filled with my dreams. There are many, but there is one that continually comes up in my life ever since I was a kid; one that I have yet to see to fruition. The dream is me, an old 1970s Jeep that has seen better days, my camera, a dog of deep loyalty and strength, a couple days of supplies, tent, and a map going nowhere. I guess it is my own microscopic version of Into the Wild. I know it doesn't seem like much to some, but to me it is one of those dreams that makes me get all giddy when I think about it. I am a little afraid to do it, but that makes me want to do it even more. Larry doesn't like the idea of me being out alone. Heck, he worries about me making it down the stairs without killing myself! I would pack a gun, of course. I know how to use one and am a decent shot, so I would have some protection. It's not like I am going to go off to Alaska, just some remote areas in Utah. I just don't want to plan it out. I just want to go and.....well.....survive. Just for a few days.
Larry is supportive of me achieving my dream. As much as he can be while worrying about me as much as he does. He said he would buy me the Jeep. I told him he couldn't. It has to me, be mine. I have to buy it. It is my dream, and mine alone. He does understand my stubbornness here. It can't just be part mine, it has to be the whole enchilada. I KNOW that I will make this dream a reality. Sooner than later would be best, but I will have to get some things done first.
That's it. Simple to some, crazy to others, but for me it would mean a lot. That's what dreams are for, I think. They give our life meaning, purpose, and add a little color to an otherwise blank canvas.
Today I was once again up City Creek Canyon doing my little jog jig. Between the sound of my feet pounding the asphalt, the breathing in and out, and the splashing of the water beside me, my mind opened up and became filled with my dreams. There are many, but there is one that continually comes up in my life ever since I was a kid; one that I have yet to see to fruition. The dream is me, an old 1970s Jeep that has seen better days, my camera, a dog of deep loyalty and strength, a couple days of supplies, tent, and a map going nowhere. I guess it is my own microscopic version of Into the Wild. I know it doesn't seem like much to some, but to me it is one of those dreams that makes me get all giddy when I think about it. I am a little afraid to do it, but that makes me want to do it even more. Larry doesn't like the idea of me being out alone. Heck, he worries about me making it down the stairs without killing myself! I would pack a gun, of course. I know how to use one and am a decent shot, so I would have some protection. It's not like I am going to go off to Alaska, just some remote areas in Utah. I just don't want to plan it out. I just want to go and.....well.....survive. Just for a few days.
Larry is supportive of me achieving my dream. As much as he can be while worrying about me as much as he does. He said he would buy me the Jeep. I told him he couldn't. It has to me, be mine. I have to buy it. It is my dream, and mine alone. He does understand my stubbornness here. It can't just be part mine, it has to be the whole enchilada. I KNOW that I will make this dream a reality. Sooner than later would be best, but I will have to get some things done first.
That's it. Simple to some, crazy to others, but for me it would mean a lot. That's what dreams are for, I think. They give our life meaning, purpose, and add a little color to an otherwise blank canvas.
4/20/2008
Just another Saturday
One of the hard parts about being without your "other," is the amount of time that is given to phone time. The weekend is the only time that Larry and I can talk as long as we want to. The four hour difference between us makes it hard for us to have any real dialogue during the week; too early in the morning for him on the front side, too late at night for me on the backside.
Yesterday I let myself sleep until around 9, got up changed the sheets on the bed, fed the cats and played with them some, watched the news, did a little yard work, and around 10:30 got a call from Larry. We talked until 2:00 in the afternoon. I paid bills, brushed my teeth, ate some oatmeal, folded clothes, did the dishes, and bought tickets to see John Mayer this summer all while on the phone with him. We discussed everything and anything. I still can't believe we can just talk to each other for that long. I am a chatter box though, and probably did more gabbing than he.
After the marathon phone call, I put on my running shoes and decided to go for a run up city creek. Since I've been back home, I have only gone up the canyon three times. The first time I was still sick, but wanted the fresh air, the second I had intended on running, but had just eaten and the stomach was a little upset. Yesterday, I decided that I was finally going to run. It had been more than a month since I last ran, and I figured it would be like starting all over again. I was actually dreading it. Surprisingly, it was the best run I have ever done! I finished and felt like I could have just kept going. I wasn't tired at all, breathing easily. I was shocked! I would never have expected, "I am loving this" to run through my head while running. Amazing!
Afterwards, I was on a high and hungry. I felt like some meat and corn. I headed to the store where I searched high and low for corn on the cob. No luck, must be too early in the season. About crapped my pants when I saw how expensive steaks have gotten. Good thing I only eat red meat about every 14 days....maybe. Decided on some red potatoes and a pint of Cherry Garcia. Larry called me while I was at the store. He wanted to notify me that he was going to an Earth Day concert with Dave Matthews and Jack Johnson. Just call me Kermit. Oh man, am I jealous or what!! Virtually nothing going on here for Earth Day. I think Whole Foods is giving out reusable bags. Hummm... concert to raise funds for Earth Day, who would want that? Reusable bags, yippee!! Larry did mention that it was because of me that he decided to jump on the opportunity to go. It being such a "bindy" thing to do. Guess he is learning something!
I came home, boiled my potatoes and grilled my steak. I took a picture of my meal and sent it to him. He responded with a picture of the amphitheater. GRRRR. We continued to text each other about 10 more times in addition to two very loud, short conversations. I decided to get out the Garcia and put in the first disc of the 5th season of MI-5 (awesome show by the way). Around 10, I decided to head to bed, it being such an exciting day and all (wink wink). As I got ready, I decided to send Larry one more text and pic of me in my Nightie. At least with all the excitement he is enjoying, he will remember what he has waiting for him at home! Never let'em forget what's really important, I say.
Just another Saturday....
Yesterday I let myself sleep until around 9, got up changed the sheets on the bed, fed the cats and played with them some, watched the news, did a little yard work, and around 10:30 got a call from Larry. We talked until 2:00 in the afternoon. I paid bills, brushed my teeth, ate some oatmeal, folded clothes, did the dishes, and bought tickets to see John Mayer this summer all while on the phone with him. We discussed everything and anything. I still can't believe we can just talk to each other for that long. I am a chatter box though, and probably did more gabbing than he.
After the marathon phone call, I put on my running shoes and decided to go for a run up city creek. Since I've been back home, I have only gone up the canyon three times. The first time I was still sick, but wanted the fresh air, the second I had intended on running, but had just eaten and the stomach was a little upset. Yesterday, I decided that I was finally going to run. It had been more than a month since I last ran, and I figured it would be like starting all over again. I was actually dreading it. Surprisingly, it was the best run I have ever done! I finished and felt like I could have just kept going. I wasn't tired at all, breathing easily. I was shocked! I would never have expected, "I am loving this" to run through my head while running. Amazing!
Afterwards, I was on a high and hungry. I felt like some meat and corn. I headed to the store where I searched high and low for corn on the cob. No luck, must be too early in the season. About crapped my pants when I saw how expensive steaks have gotten. Good thing I only eat red meat about every 14 days....maybe. Decided on some red potatoes and a pint of Cherry Garcia. Larry called me while I was at the store. He wanted to notify me that he was going to an Earth Day concert with Dave Matthews and Jack Johnson. Just call me Kermit. Oh man, am I jealous or what!! Virtually nothing going on here for Earth Day. I think Whole Foods is giving out reusable bags. Hummm... concert to raise funds for Earth Day, who would want that? Reusable bags, yippee!! Larry did mention that it was because of me that he decided to jump on the opportunity to go. It being such a "bindy" thing to do. Guess he is learning something!
I came home, boiled my potatoes and grilled my steak. I took a picture of my meal and sent it to him. He responded with a picture of the amphitheater. GRRRR. We continued to text each other about 10 more times in addition to two very loud, short conversations. I decided to get out the Garcia and put in the first disc of the 5th season of MI-5 (awesome show by the way). Around 10, I decided to head to bed, it being such an exciting day and all (wink wink). As I got ready, I decided to send Larry one more text and pic of me in my Nightie. At least with all the excitement he is enjoying, he will remember what he has waiting for him at home! Never let'em forget what's really important, I say.
Just another Saturday....
4/18/2008
Avian Obesity Epidemic
At least that's what I'm worried I've got going on here. The house next to mine has a wall of Ivy. Within that Ivy are sparrows that have set up nests. They live there all year, coming out to play when the sun is visible. When Larry and I built our fence last year, I wanted to make sure I had places for bird feeders. I have two hanging now. I will fill one with seed, and within the afternoon it is empty. I fill the other (the one below) and it is emptied out in about 3 days, sometimes less.
I do enjoy watching them from my kitchen window. I have counted up to to 8 on this particular feeder, but usually the guys start to get a little territorial (as in the picture below) when too many try to eat at the same time. I wonder if they are getting fat by all this available food? Kind of like the plump American on his way to McDonald's. It's cheap and easy and not to far from anyone's home. I've decided to let the feeder go empty for a few days in between fill ups. I wonder if they do get fat, will they have to leap to the feeder rather than fly? Do birds get diabetes and heart disease? Questions, Questions....
Side note: Got an email this morning from my girlfriend who was appalled at my use of pee, poo, and fart in my last post. I think her statement was, "how gross." How gross indeed. Bodily functions are not pretty, but I was expressing my noticeable physical changes in taking that particular pill. I have no hang ups on what my body does. I am not a woman who locks the bathroom door when having to "do my business," hanging my head in shame when the outcome has a less than desirable scent. Have we not read Everyone Poops? That should be required reading for all females. They should also do a follow up, Everyone Farts (maybe they have?).
I do "relax" in the comfort of my home, not at a friends dinner table....big difference. I think we should just get over the bowel issues and realize that like men, we have the same digestive system that produces the same outcome. Get over it already!
I do enjoy watching them from my kitchen window. I have counted up to to 8 on this particular feeder, but usually the guys start to get a little territorial (as in the picture below) when too many try to eat at the same time. I wonder if they are getting fat by all this available food? Kind of like the plump American on his way to McDonald's. It's cheap and easy and not to far from anyone's home. I've decided to let the feeder go empty for a few days in between fill ups. I wonder if they do get fat, will they have to leap to the feeder rather than fly? Do birds get diabetes and heart disease? Questions, Questions....
Side note: Got an email this morning from my girlfriend who was appalled at my use of pee, poo, and fart in my last post. I think her statement was, "how gross." How gross indeed. Bodily functions are not pretty, but I was expressing my noticeable physical changes in taking that particular pill. I have no hang ups on what my body does. I am not a woman who locks the bathroom door when having to "do my business," hanging my head in shame when the outcome has a less than desirable scent. Have we not read Everyone Poops? That should be required reading for all females. They should also do a follow up, Everyone Farts (maybe they have?).
I do "relax" in the comfort of my home, not at a friends dinner table....big difference. I think we should just get over the bowel issues and realize that like men, we have the same digestive system that produces the same outcome. Get over it already!
4/17/2008
A Miracle Pill?
A year ago I was diagnosed with thyroid disease, hypothyroidism. After being physically ill for more than 3 months, I finally went to see a doctor. My hypothyroidism was fairly severe, and she was surprised that I could even function day to day. The reality was that I thought it was all in my head, and it was total willpower that got me out of bed every day. I was immediately put on synthetic thyroid replacement. The change was striking at first, I started to feel better and began to have more energy with a desire to live again. My husband was probably more happy than I was. He had "his bindy" back. I went back for repeated check ups over the next 6 months to make sure the drug was working. Every time the blood tests came back, they would find a small improvement, but would have to up the dosage to try and bring it within "normal" limits. Finally, I went in for my last blood test and my numbers were actually back up to the level that I was originally diagnosed with... while on the replacement. I take this disease very seriously, and I took my medication religiously. The only answer could be that the medication just wasn't working.
I did some research and found that people that don't have success with the synthetic tend to have more of a hypothalamus disorder, or T3 problem. The synthetic I was on only replaced the T4. I decided to ask to be put on Armour natural replacement. Within a month, I could feel a complete transformation. I felt like the old me again. It has been amazing to see and feel the transformation going on. I feel like I did at 25 (which is probably just before the thyroid started going downhill). Because of my disease, I have shared it with as many people as I can, and because of my diagnosis one cousin found out she has it too, my mom, and another aunt is currently being tested. It does seem to run in the family somewhere.
In addition to taking my medication, I also take other vitamins and herbs that are suppose to help support thyroid health. I have settled on a vitamin drink that is loaded with B vitamins and amino acids. I can't go without it now. I also decided to try a "weight loss pill" that was recommended on one of my thyroid boards. I had gained quite a lot of weight with my defunct thyroid. The thyroid controls the metabolism, so if it isn't working right, then most likely the fat and carbohydrates that are being eaten are not being metabolised properly. In addition, when you feel like shit, exercise goes to the bottom of the list of important things to do in a day. Like I said, I wasn't me anymore.
I do not normally endorse products, especially weight loss products. Most of them are just plain junk and actually do more harm than good. But I have to say, this pill I have been taking for about a month now really seems to be working. It is made of seaweed concentrate and pomegranate seed oil, so there are no chemicals and no caffeine. The amazing part is that it targets the belly fat, the most dangerous fat. The name is Fucothin. Now not everyone out there agrees with me, there are a lot of critics that say it doesn't work, but there are a lot of people that have used it with good results, like me. I take 6-9 pills a day (you have to work up to that amount) during meals with a lot of water. It does make your pee and poo smell funny, probably because of all the seaweed. It also makes me fart a bit, but that doesn't matter to me much. Gives me a reason to giggle.
Make sure you read everything on it and make your own sound judgement before deciding to take it. I am not being paid to endorse this or any product, nor am I liable if you find it doesn't work for you (that's me covering my butt). This is a review of my personal experience. I have found that in addition to a healthy eating and exercise lifestyle, it helps me lose extra fat. I have also noticed it curbs my cravings for sweets. I am only a month into it, so I will follow up as I continue to use it.
Is it a miracle pill? Since such a thing doesn't exist, I would have to say no (although my thyroid medication has been a saving grace for me), but even my father-in-law could tell in a recent photo of me that something was working. I think that says it all.
I buy Fucothin and other vitamins at iherb.com . Again,not another endorsement, just where I buy my stuff.
4/15/2008
Catching up with the past
I have my name on one of those high school reunion web sites. Over the years, the number of profiles under my class has being on the rise, probably due to the much anticipated 20 year reunion in 2 years. I am one of those odd balls that actually fills out my profile with updates on my life, pictures, questionnaires, you know the whole reason for being on the site. Most folks, however, think that just having their name on the site will some how give their classmates all the info anyone would ever want to know about them. It kind of drives me nuts. How hard is to just tell people what has been going on in your life the last decade? Pictures of the family? My thought is it's a site where you can share info with people; the people who you used to spend a hell of a lot of time with, so why not actually provide information? Any way....off the soapbox, now the story.....
As I have reflected on my youth, I see now that I was one of those girls, you know....the girl that got along with a lot of people, tried to be every one's friend, and had a lot of "guy-friends." That dreaded teenage boy position of liking a girl, but only being the friend. I can honestly say that I was so naive, most of the time I never thought that there was anything more desired on their part. As an adult, I can see how stupid that was. They were teenage boys! Calling me at midnight wanting to talk for an hour, asking me out for burgers, but they bought? Yep, I'm sure maintaining a friendship was all that was on their mind. I might not have caught on back then, but today I am happy that most of these "guy friends" never became anything more. Why?? Because we are still friends!
One of these friends, Jason, who was placed into the "friend" category in 9th grade and stayed there all of high school, recently contacted me through my classmates profile. First it was a little note, "hey, how ya doin?" or something like that. It made me laugh, but I gave him points for making the effort. I responded in the typical "bindy" fashion....rambling off at the mouth "so what you doing now, married, kids? Post some damn photos!" I'm sure his thought was, "someone hasn't changed."
Last night I got an email from classmates telling me about the millions that have visited my profile (ha ha ha....joke), so I thought I would go look around and see if anyone new had arrived. Instead, I saw I had a message from Jason. He offered a bit more information: lives in Minnesota now, has a daughter that is almost in Jr. High, and how strange it was for him to be writing a girl that he used to talk to at about that same age. I wrote back offering a bit more information on myself and my life, and that it was indeed strange. As I was writing, I began to notice that I felt as if I was being transported back in time; standing outside his locker yapping up a storm and lecturing him on what will happen to his lip and jaw if he doesn't stop the chew (what was it with that stuff in the 80s?).
That's the thing about getting older, isn't it? The memories of those times become more vivid. I read once that the teenage brain is so marinated in chemicals that the events that took place during those years become deeply imprinted on the brain. I wonder if that's it? I talked to Larry about it later on the phone (he is so good, listening to me talk about other guys I used to know), he called it the Law of Primacy: What is learned first is best remembered. I'm not sure it's the the same thing I'm talking about.
Who knows what is going on inside the brain, but whatever it is, it is remarkably strong. I can look in the mirror and see the woman I have become, but then there is that underneath layer of a young girl smiling back at me. She holds all those memories of that time. Talking to old friends only makes that girl surface even more. I suppose I am also lucky... that time of my life was pretty good. I had fun in high school. It wasn't all roses, but I managed to gather some great memories and have relatively few regrets. And just in case someone might read this and interpret it as "high school must have been the best time in her life, how sad," let me say OH PLEASE! Hardly. It is just one of many good times in my life. One I am reflecting on today. I'd like to know when it became wrong to actually look back on being a teenager with fondness? With so many trying to relive it these days, you'd think waxing our youth might get a break.
I do hope to hear back from Jason. It would be fun to catch up more, see pictures of his family, and see that he is happy. Isn't that the real reason for wanting to catch up with old friends? To hope they are happy and doing well? It is for me.
As I have reflected on my youth, I see now that I was one of those girls, you know....the girl that got along with a lot of people, tried to be every one's friend, and had a lot of "guy-friends." That dreaded teenage boy position of liking a girl, but only being the friend. I can honestly say that I was so naive, most of the time I never thought that there was anything more desired on their part. As an adult, I can see how stupid that was. They were teenage boys! Calling me at midnight wanting to talk for an hour, asking me out for burgers, but they bought? Yep, I'm sure maintaining a friendship was all that was on their mind. I might not have caught on back then, but today I am happy that most of these "guy friends" never became anything more. Why?? Because we are still friends!
One of these friends, Jason, who was placed into the "friend" category in 9th grade and stayed there all of high school, recently contacted me through my classmates profile. First it was a little note, "hey, how ya doin?" or something like that. It made me laugh, but I gave him points for making the effort. I responded in the typical "bindy" fashion....rambling off at the mouth "so what you doing now, married, kids? Post some damn photos!" I'm sure his thought was, "someone hasn't changed."
Last night I got an email from classmates telling me about the millions that have visited my profile (ha ha ha....joke), so I thought I would go look around and see if anyone new had arrived. Instead, I saw I had a message from Jason. He offered a bit more information: lives in Minnesota now, has a daughter that is almost in Jr. High, and how strange it was for him to be writing a girl that he used to talk to at about that same age. I wrote back offering a bit more information on myself and my life, and that it was indeed strange. As I was writing, I began to notice that I felt as if I was being transported back in time; standing outside his locker yapping up a storm and lecturing him on what will happen to his lip and jaw if he doesn't stop the chew (what was it with that stuff in the 80s?).
That's the thing about getting older, isn't it? The memories of those times become more vivid. I read once that the teenage brain is so marinated in chemicals that the events that took place during those years become deeply imprinted on the brain. I wonder if that's it? I talked to Larry about it later on the phone (he is so good, listening to me talk about other guys I used to know), he called it the Law of Primacy: What is learned first is best remembered. I'm not sure it's the the same thing I'm talking about.
Who knows what is going on inside the brain, but whatever it is, it is remarkably strong. I can look in the mirror and see the woman I have become, but then there is that underneath layer of a young girl smiling back at me. She holds all those memories of that time. Talking to old friends only makes that girl surface even more. I suppose I am also lucky... that time of my life was pretty good. I had fun in high school. It wasn't all roses, but I managed to gather some great memories and have relatively few regrets. And just in case someone might read this and interpret it as "high school must have been the best time in her life, how sad," let me say OH PLEASE! Hardly. It is just one of many good times in my life. One I am reflecting on today. I'd like to know when it became wrong to actually look back on being a teenager with fondness? With so many trying to relive it these days, you'd think waxing our youth might get a break.
I do hope to hear back from Jason. It would be fun to catch up more, see pictures of his family, and see that he is happy. Isn't that the real reason for wanting to catch up with old friends? To hope they are happy and doing well? It is for me.
4/14/2008
Scary
I am a bit of a voyeur, and wouldn't you know the Internet is full of crap for me to voyeur myself. I occasionally read OverheardinNewYork which is funny...for a few minutes. Came across this story this morning.
First man: So after Cain killed Abel he was sent from exile and went up Europe way.
Second man: Not Asia?
First man: No, the Caucus mountains... that's up Europe way.
Second man: Oh, you mean like Turkey.
First man: And since black people don't like the cold, Cain went to live in a cave and started to grow and was the first caveman. Now at that time there was dinosaurs but they weren't really dinosaurs, we call them dinosaurs but that's just how God made animals, you know, until you start messin with the DNA of 'em.
Second man: Oh!
First man: Then Cain met his sister and they had a baby together but since Cain was cursed for being the first murderer their baby came out an obino.
Second man: An obino?
First man: Yeah, a red-headed blue-eyed obino and that's where white people come from. Then they went to the north pole and you know it's light there six months and it's dark there six months and the wind is always blowing and that's where Asian people come from. That's why they eyes is like that because the wind was always blowin in they faces.
Thought is was hilarious and frightening at the same time.
First man: So after Cain killed Abel he was sent from exile and went up Europe way.
Second man: Not Asia?
First man: No, the Caucus mountains... that's up Europe way.
Second man: Oh, you mean like Turkey.
First man: And since black people don't like the cold, Cain went to live in a cave and started to grow and was the first caveman. Now at that time there was dinosaurs but they weren't really dinosaurs, we call them dinosaurs but that's just how God made animals, you know, until you start messin with the DNA of 'em.
Second man: Oh!
First man: Then Cain met his sister and they had a baby together but since Cain was cursed for being the first murderer their baby came out an obino.
Second man: An obino?
First man: Yeah, a red-headed blue-eyed obino and that's where white people come from. Then they went to the north pole and you know it's light there six months and it's dark there six months and the wind is always blowing and that's where Asian people come from. That's why they eyes is like that because the wind was always blowin in they faces.
Thought is was hilarious and frightening at the same time.
4/13/2008
MY Utah
Over the last week, I have been a witness to, like the rest of the world, the removal of women and children from the FLDS compound in El Dorado, Texas. I have had to answer the phone and emails from people that are shocked that this practice is still alive and well. Since I live in Utah, it must be common to see people wandering around town in "Little House on the Prairie" attire, right? Do I know any polygamists? Is that what it's really like to live in Utah? And why on earth do you live there?
Yep, and visiting Italy is like going to the Olive Garden! Justifying why I make my home in Utah to the outside world has to be one of the more exasperating topics. Another is when you cross state lines, and in conversation it leaks out that you are from Utah. Normal responses: A) strange look, darting eyes, and the sound of egg shells cracking in the background until I say "no I'm not Mormon," followed by a breath of relief and an offer to buy me a drink, or B) a look of excitement, followed by "so are you LDS (only LDS ask if your LDS, everyone else asks if your Mormon)?" and then a disappointed look when you say "No" and that strange silence that follows when suddenly they don't know how to talk to you anymore.
I would like to write here and tell everyone that passes by this page that in fact there is much more to Utah than the Mormon Church because there is. I would write this with conviction, after all I chose to move back here after being gone for 14 years. I would give you the run down of all the things that brought me back; the beautiful environment, the wide open spaces, the mountains, the outdoor lifestyle, the four distinct seasons, the dry mountain air, the small but thriving Arts community, and the large numbers of highly educated individuals (per capita). I could go on and on about all the reasons I chose to move back, but I do have to concede that the invasive policies of the Mormon church and the behavior of its members could, in fact, be the reason that I could leave.
I know that sounds harsh, but it is the truth nonetheless. No, it is not easy living here. I recently heard from a old friend who was and is Mormon and whom, after spending his entire life in Zion, chose to move down South for better work opportunities. He made a comment to me after a visit back to Utah that has stuck with me for sometime now. He said, "I am surprised by the lack of tolerance by the people there." He was not conciliatory in his remark, just matter of fact, as if this intolerance was a small, almost microscopic blemish of lipstick on an otherwise perfectly white, crisp collar. I do wish that more Utah Mormons would take a chance and leave the warmth and comfort of the "bubble," go out into the world, and hopefully get rid of that "we are the center of world" smugness that tends to permeate this state. Even if it is only an small awareness that all is not as "perfect" as it seems in Mormonland.
Utah is complex, and a challenge for me. I would have to say the most striking change I have had to become accustomed to is this peculiar contempt for all people, Mormons and "non" Mormons alike. After living in other states, traveling some of the world, you learn quickly what it means to be an adult, and how it feels to be treated as an adult. Here...well... not so much. There is this tendency for some to think they need to tell you what is best for you. Your choices may not be the best ones after all, and they will be quick to tell you as much. Especially as a woman, you find that most men don't take you seriously. "Your just so cute and spunky! And can we talk to your husband?" You can only imagine the response that gets from me. It is the cost in living in a Patriarchal society. It is a cost that I have seriously taken into contemplation of whether it is something I can live within.
It can't be all that bad, right? I can honestly say that most days I do enjoy my time here, but I love the outdoors. There are days, however, that make me want to pack up and leave, especially during the Legislative session. This writing is about expressing some of my own personal experiences and feelings about being "the outsider." To be honest there are probably more "outsiders" than there are "insiders," but that is the quandary about living here. There are a lot of us "nonsies" around the Beehive State, and a large chunk of "not active" folks as well. However, the government of the state is still very entrenched in the LDS faith. I believe I read that although the state is 60% Mormon, 90% of the Utah Congress is. Such an imbalance gives the perception that the Mormon church is the "only" church in the state, which in turn is very well represented in the government. That also means their value system is spun throughout the law and policies, some good some bad. All local politics are representative of the people that live within that locality. This is nation wide. But usually not at the expense of personal freedoms, and with an understanding and respect for the line between church and state.
My Aunt recently shared with me a story about looking for a home to retire to in a small town in Southern Utah. They came across the perfect home and town and decided it was THE place for them. That was until someone came up to them and said "in this town you better be in the pews on Sunday or you will never be welcome." That pretty much sealed the deal and they moved on. Intolerance? Yes. Cruel? Yes. Prejudicial? HELLO. Ignorant? You could say that. I guess it's better to have a home with no residents than a home with the wrong kind of residents.
I am fortunate to live in a community that is more diverse. If I didn't live where I do, I would have probably packed up and left a few months after landing here. I am amazed at how selective my memory was. I had also told myself, "just ignore them and they will ignore you." Yes that's all fine and dandy, but who the hell wants it? I don't want to ignore people, nor do I want to be ignored. I don't want to live with my head it the sand and pretend the church and members don't exist, nor should they act like I don't exist. The religion of The Saints is everywhere and in everything. There is no getting away from it. Even when you think you have found something resembling life outside of Utah (brew pub), you find that its motivations are somewhat encouraged by NOT being the church (Polygamy Porter). It is almost as exhausting dealing with those that hate the church as those who love it. And do they ever feed on each other. Piranhas are more diplomatic! At least you know their motivations.
I have spent too much time wondering to myself, Why? Why the separatism? Why the legalistic society? Why the unjustified judgements of character and morals? What is this seed of hate and who made it? After trying to learn a bit more about the Mormon faith I came up with one conclusion. It is actually quite simple, but it makes all the difference in how people view themselves, their place in the world, and their views of those unlike them. It consists of 3 simple words, "Only True Church." I don't think there are stronger words that can combine to fuel so much contempt for others.
The Mormons aren't the only ones who believe this, there are many religions who also share in this notion of "me so special." It is a bit different though, when you live in a society where so many believe it to be true that the ugliness of it spreads like wildfire, the resultant being extremely damaging, and not only to those they offend, but also to themselves (pride and arrogance). It breeds children that make fun of other children that aren't members, and it breeds parents that condone it. I have a girlfriend that lives as a Catholic in a primarily Mormon neighborhood. The kids on the street are not "allowed" to play with her kids. No reasoning for this alienation is offered, they just aren't allowed. Sadly, there are many stories too much like hers, including my own childhood.
As far as the whole polygamy aspect? Well my knowledge is that yes it was practiced (via revelation) by Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, and many others until it was again "revealed" that it was wrong to do so. The current LDS believe in a "continuing revelation," and my assumption is that their God often changes his mind, producing conflicting requirements (polygamy, back to no polygamy in about 60 years). There is some contention about whether or not polygamy will be practiced in the life after their Earthly existence for the most worthy of members depending on an interpretation of a particular Mormon scripture (D&C 132), but to be honest I could give a rat's you-know-what about what people do in the here after. I don't even care if people want to engage in polygamous affairs, as long it is among consenting adults, not children, and not while stiffing tax payers with the bill. As far as I know, the Earthly practice of polygamy and the differing prophets are the major religious differences between modern day Mormons and the Fundamental LDS. Then again I am no expert on the subject, nor do I want to be.
The problem is that the FLDS have stuck with the original revelation by Smith regarding marriage, and have not conceded to the current dogma of "one man, one woman" now practiced by the LDS. There is a TON of info out there, both from LDS sources and non LDS sources regarding polygamy and the Mormon Church. Have at it, and answer your own curiosities if you find it interesting.
I have no idea if Utah will be my home for all my days. No one can really know if where they are now is where they will be later on. Life offers changes, challenges, and opportunity. I will concede that not one thing has gone as I had planned when moving here. Not one! But it has opened my eyes and made me see not only the place I live, but who I am and what I want. Utah is quirky to say the least. But all things must have a ying to their yang. As it is quirky, it is also one of the most beautiful places on Earth, and I love that part of it. I think in any place you can find your home, and I understand that one must make peace with the things that cannot be changed, accepting it for what it is. The question I have for myself is whether or not I can actually do that, if I can live here knowing that things won't change, at least not in my lifetime.
Yep, and visiting Italy is like going to the Olive Garden! Justifying why I make my home in Utah to the outside world has to be one of the more exasperating topics. Another is when you cross state lines, and in conversation it leaks out that you are from Utah. Normal responses: A) strange look, darting eyes, and the sound of egg shells cracking in the background until I say "no I'm not Mormon," followed by a breath of relief and an offer to buy me a drink, or B) a look of excitement, followed by "so are you LDS (only LDS ask if your LDS, everyone else asks if your Mormon)?" and then a disappointed look when you say "No" and that strange silence that follows when suddenly they don't know how to talk to you anymore.
I would like to write here and tell everyone that passes by this page that in fact there is much more to Utah than the Mormon Church because there is. I would write this with conviction, after all I chose to move back here after being gone for 14 years. I would give you the run down of all the things that brought me back; the beautiful environment, the wide open spaces, the mountains, the outdoor lifestyle, the four distinct seasons, the dry mountain air, the small but thriving Arts community, and the large numbers of highly educated individuals (per capita). I could go on and on about all the reasons I chose to move back, but I do have to concede that the invasive policies of the Mormon church and the behavior of its members could, in fact, be the reason that I could leave.
I know that sounds harsh, but it is the truth nonetheless. No, it is not easy living here. I recently heard from a old friend who was and is Mormon and whom, after spending his entire life in Zion, chose to move down South for better work opportunities. He made a comment to me after a visit back to Utah that has stuck with me for sometime now. He said, "I am surprised by the lack of tolerance by the people there." He was not conciliatory in his remark, just matter of fact, as if this intolerance was a small, almost microscopic blemish of lipstick on an otherwise perfectly white, crisp collar. I do wish that more Utah Mormons would take a chance and leave the warmth and comfort of the "bubble," go out into the world, and hopefully get rid of that "we are the center of world" smugness that tends to permeate this state. Even if it is only an small awareness that all is not as "perfect" as it seems in Mormonland.
Utah is complex, and a challenge for me. I would have to say the most striking change I have had to become accustomed to is this peculiar contempt for all people, Mormons and "non" Mormons alike. After living in other states, traveling some of the world, you learn quickly what it means to be an adult, and how it feels to be treated as an adult. Here...well... not so much. There is this tendency for some to think they need to tell you what is best for you. Your choices may not be the best ones after all, and they will be quick to tell you as much. Especially as a woman, you find that most men don't take you seriously. "Your just so cute and spunky! And can we talk to your husband?" You can only imagine the response that gets from me. It is the cost in living in a Patriarchal society. It is a cost that I have seriously taken into contemplation of whether it is something I can live within.
It can't be all that bad, right? I can honestly say that most days I do enjoy my time here, but I love the outdoors. There are days, however, that make me want to pack up and leave, especially during the Legislative session. This writing is about expressing some of my own personal experiences and feelings about being "the outsider." To be honest there are probably more "outsiders" than there are "insiders," but that is the quandary about living here. There are a lot of us "nonsies" around the Beehive State, and a large chunk of "not active" folks as well. However, the government of the state is still very entrenched in the LDS faith. I believe I read that although the state is 60% Mormon, 90% of the Utah Congress is. Such an imbalance gives the perception that the Mormon church is the "only" church in the state, which in turn is very well represented in the government. That also means their value system is spun throughout the law and policies, some good some bad. All local politics are representative of the people that live within that locality. This is nation wide. But usually not at the expense of personal freedoms, and with an understanding and respect for the line between church and state.
My Aunt recently shared with me a story about looking for a home to retire to in a small town in Southern Utah. They came across the perfect home and town and decided it was THE place for them. That was until someone came up to them and said "in this town you better be in the pews on Sunday or you will never be welcome." That pretty much sealed the deal and they moved on. Intolerance? Yes. Cruel? Yes. Prejudicial? HELLO. Ignorant? You could say that. I guess it's better to have a home with no residents than a home with the wrong kind of residents.
I am fortunate to live in a community that is more diverse. If I didn't live where I do, I would have probably packed up and left a few months after landing here. I am amazed at how selective my memory was. I had also told myself, "just ignore them and they will ignore you." Yes that's all fine and dandy, but who the hell wants it? I don't want to ignore people, nor do I want to be ignored. I don't want to live with my head it the sand and pretend the church and members don't exist, nor should they act like I don't exist. The religion of The Saints is everywhere and in everything. There is no getting away from it. Even when you think you have found something resembling life outside of Utah (brew pub), you find that its motivations are somewhat encouraged by NOT being the church (Polygamy Porter). It is almost as exhausting dealing with those that hate the church as those who love it. And do they ever feed on each other. Piranhas are more diplomatic! At least you know their motivations.
I have spent too much time wondering to myself, Why? Why the separatism? Why the legalistic society? Why the unjustified judgements of character and morals? What is this seed of hate and who made it? After trying to learn a bit more about the Mormon faith I came up with one conclusion. It is actually quite simple, but it makes all the difference in how people view themselves, their place in the world, and their views of those unlike them. It consists of 3 simple words, "Only True Church." I don't think there are stronger words that can combine to fuel so much contempt for others.
The Mormons aren't the only ones who believe this, there are many religions who also share in this notion of "me so special." It is a bit different though, when you live in a society where so many believe it to be true that the ugliness of it spreads like wildfire, the resultant being extremely damaging, and not only to those they offend, but also to themselves (pride and arrogance). It breeds children that make fun of other children that aren't members, and it breeds parents that condone it. I have a girlfriend that lives as a Catholic in a primarily Mormon neighborhood. The kids on the street are not "allowed" to play with her kids. No reasoning for this alienation is offered, they just aren't allowed. Sadly, there are many stories too much like hers, including my own childhood.
As far as the whole polygamy aspect? Well my knowledge is that yes it was practiced (via revelation) by Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, and many others until it was again "revealed" that it was wrong to do so. The current LDS believe in a "continuing revelation," and my assumption is that their God often changes his mind, producing conflicting requirements (polygamy, back to no polygamy in about 60 years). There is some contention about whether or not polygamy will be practiced in the life after their Earthly existence for the most worthy of members depending on an interpretation of a particular Mormon scripture (D&C 132), but to be honest I could give a rat's you-know-what about what people do in the here after. I don't even care if people want to engage in polygamous affairs, as long it is among consenting adults, not children, and not while stiffing tax payers with the bill. As far as I know, the Earthly practice of polygamy and the differing prophets are the major religious differences between modern day Mormons and the Fundamental LDS. Then again I am no expert on the subject, nor do I want to be.
The problem is that the FLDS have stuck with the original revelation by Smith regarding marriage, and have not conceded to the current dogma of "one man, one woman" now practiced by the LDS. There is a TON of info out there, both from LDS sources and non LDS sources regarding polygamy and the Mormon Church. Have at it, and answer your own curiosities if you find it interesting.
I have no idea if Utah will be my home for all my days. No one can really know if where they are now is where they will be later on. Life offers changes, challenges, and opportunity. I will concede that not one thing has gone as I had planned when moving here. Not one! But it has opened my eyes and made me see not only the place I live, but who I am and what I want. Utah is quirky to say the least. But all things must have a ying to their yang. As it is quirky, it is also one of the most beautiful places on Earth, and I love that part of it. I think in any place you can find your home, and I understand that one must make peace with the things that cannot be changed, accepting it for what it is. The question I have for myself is whether or not I can actually do that, if I can live here knowing that things won't change, at least not in my lifetime.
4/11/2008
Feeling Better
I am finally breaking out of my cold. Still sound somewhere between Kermit the Frog and a dying cow, but every day it gets better. This weekend the temps will get up to the 70s, so I am happy to be well enough to get outside and play.
I did manage to register for classes for next semester. This semester has not been that great, not meaning grade wise, but just not that interesting. The ear anatomy is fascinating, and it has me considering Audiology ....someday ....maybe. But the instruction is very pathetic and it is showing up in my grades. Not that I am failing or anything like that, not even close, but I am probably looking at a B or B+ for that class. My linguistics class is not that great either, but I'm doing well in it. That was the class where I was group leader for a group project. Our group did very well, and I actually got kudos from my group for being a "great" leader. Not that it was that hard, you just have to have follow through. Next semester I will finally get to start the pathology and diagnosing aspect of it. Also a bit of aural rehabilitation. I hope it goes well and is more interesting than this semester has been. Only 5 more classes to go!!
I have been looking around at graduate programs. The U has a good program, but they don't offer a program that allows you to work. It is a standard day-time program. I have been in discussions with people in my current program about different schooling options, and have come across a couple of interesting possibilities. My particular issue is that I want a Master of Science, not another M.Ed. . I had thought that the M.S. programs would all be on-campus, but surprisingly there are a small number of schools that offer an online program. This would be the best for me so I can actually start working as a SLP assistant while doing the program. Learning is great, but this type of learning has to be usable for me to really understand its meaning. I figure I can really get a better grasp of the knowledge if I can apply it, even in small doses, in the day to day work environment.
I am a little disappointed, scratch that....very disappointed, that Larry isn't going to be able to come home this month. The original plan was that he was suppose to come home for a short visit, but he is so busy at work that he just doesn't have time. In addition, the Navy decided to slash its orders by 20%. All "non terror" jobs got pushed down to the bottom of the list for funding. Larry was notified that he would be leaving on May 8th. To say the least, his boss shit a brick. A two star, or three star General (I don't know anymore, Larry throws these ranks around like they are commonplace) called the Admiral and had some ass. He now has Larry until June 30th. This does, however, present a kink in my plans for the summer. I was suppose to be packing up and moving out in June. Honestly, there is part of me a bit relieved not to have to go through the stress of vacating my home and pissing off my cats with a trek over the pacific ocean and a new home. I will make a few more trips out to Hawaii before he comes home. I will just try and do what I have planned to do, knowing I have less time to do it all. I think it will be nice to be home this summer....with my other half.
Larry was also told that before he leaves he will be receiving a Joint Meritorious Service Medal! This is huge for him, and he deserves it. He is the hardest working person I know, and on top of that, he is passionate about what he does. Such qualities deserve to be recognized. Your wifey-poo is beaming with pride sweetie : )
The airlines are another story. It is kind of like "hold on to your boots folks!" Larry is pretty safe at Skywest, but our plans to move on may not come to pass, not anytime soon anyway. I actually blurted out one day, "I think you should be a physical therapist." Surprisingly his response was, "You are very insightful. I think I would enjoy that line of work," (seriously...he did say that, that's the way he talks). Now the conversation of changing jobs comes up regularly. He still wants to be a airline pilot, but he is also more open now to the idea of other work and opportunity. Of course, I already have drawn up the blue prints for the "Crafts Rehab Center." Me on the Speech side, Larry doing Geriatric and Sports rehab. A girl can dream can't she? Besides it would really cut car and gas costs....the Earth wins too!!
I did manage to register for classes for next semester. This semester has not been that great, not meaning grade wise, but just not that interesting. The ear anatomy is fascinating, and it has me considering Audiology ....someday ....maybe. But the instruction is very pathetic and it is showing up in my grades. Not that I am failing or anything like that, not even close, but I am probably looking at a B or B+ for that class. My linguistics class is not that great either, but I'm doing well in it. That was the class where I was group leader for a group project. Our group did very well, and I actually got kudos from my group for being a "great" leader. Not that it was that hard, you just have to have follow through. Next semester I will finally get to start the pathology and diagnosing aspect of it. Also a bit of aural rehabilitation. I hope it goes well and is more interesting than this semester has been. Only 5 more classes to go!!
I have been looking around at graduate programs. The U has a good program, but they don't offer a program that allows you to work. It is a standard day-time program. I have been in discussions with people in my current program about different schooling options, and have come across a couple of interesting possibilities. My particular issue is that I want a Master of Science, not another M.Ed. . I had thought that the M.S. programs would all be on-campus, but surprisingly there are a small number of schools that offer an online program. This would be the best for me so I can actually start working as a SLP assistant while doing the program. Learning is great, but this type of learning has to be usable for me to really understand its meaning. I figure I can really get a better grasp of the knowledge if I can apply it, even in small doses, in the day to day work environment.
I am a little disappointed, scratch that....very disappointed, that Larry isn't going to be able to come home this month. The original plan was that he was suppose to come home for a short visit, but he is so busy at work that he just doesn't have time. In addition, the Navy decided to slash its orders by 20%. All "non terror" jobs got pushed down to the bottom of the list for funding. Larry was notified that he would be leaving on May 8th. To say the least, his boss shit a brick. A two star, or three star General (I don't know anymore, Larry throws these ranks around like they are commonplace) called the Admiral and had some ass. He now has Larry until June 30th. This does, however, present a kink in my plans for the summer. I was suppose to be packing up and moving out in June. Honestly, there is part of me a bit relieved not to have to go through the stress of vacating my home and pissing off my cats with a trek over the pacific ocean and a new home. I will make a few more trips out to Hawaii before he comes home. I will just try and do what I have planned to do, knowing I have less time to do it all. I think it will be nice to be home this summer....with my other half.
Larry was also told that before he leaves he will be receiving a Joint Meritorious Service Medal! This is huge for him, and he deserves it. He is the hardest working person I know, and on top of that, he is passionate about what he does. Such qualities deserve to be recognized. Your wifey-poo is beaming with pride sweetie : )
The airlines are another story. It is kind of like "hold on to your boots folks!" Larry is pretty safe at Skywest, but our plans to move on may not come to pass, not anytime soon anyway. I actually blurted out one day, "I think you should be a physical therapist." Surprisingly his response was, "You are very insightful. I think I would enjoy that line of work," (seriously...he did say that, that's the way he talks). Now the conversation of changing jobs comes up regularly. He still wants to be a airline pilot, but he is also more open now to the idea of other work and opportunity. Of course, I already have drawn up the blue prints for the "Crafts Rehab Center." Me on the Speech side, Larry doing Geriatric and Sports rehab. A girl can dream can't she? Besides it would really cut car and gas costs....the Earth wins too!!
4/09/2008
Make it stop.....PLEASE!
Day 3 of my convalescence. I can't breathe and my brain feels like a gelatinous mass sloshing around in my head. The sinuses in right side of my face are so swollen that my right eye is constantly tearing up and my upper right teeth ache. I have gone through my last box of Kleenex and have now transitioned to a roll of toilet paper. I am all out of my Tylenol Super Duper deCongestion tabs and haven't the ability to drive to the store (not without leaving dead bodies on the road). My only food desire is oatmeal and fruit, both of which I am now out of.
I have been bathing myself in Vicks, but can't smell any of it. Does that mean it doesn't work? On top of that, I am now starting to cough up boogers and sneeze all over the place. Part of my recovery will be tenting my house and decontaminating it. Walking up and down the stairs is like running a marathon. I did the dishes this morning, figuring the caked on oatmeal and dried out chicken soup probably wasn't doing me any favors in the "improving my health" department. After filling the dishwasher, I started wheezing. I feel like an old lady.
I think the worst part for me is having nothing to do. All I can do is lay here and try to find which nostril is the least plugged to breathe out of. If I am lucky I might be able to scrounge up enough energy to wash a load of laundry. You should see how long it takes me to fold a towel. My only outlet is my computer, but even then I don't want to do anything that actually requires me to think. I listen to music, add songs to my playlist and then fall asleep.
Larry feels guilty for not being here, so does my Mom. She went back to Florida Monday. I am kind of used to it, being sick on my own. I do wish someone was here to help clean up and go get me some Sprite or 7-Up. I am hoping this will be my last day of my solitary confinement. I am feeling dislodged from the world, not to mention from my own brain.
I think a hot shower is calling my name. The steam clears out my nose and the heat relaxes my muscles. It is the only good thing I have going on right now, so I would be remiss not to take full advantage of it.
I have been bathing myself in Vicks, but can't smell any of it. Does that mean it doesn't work? On top of that, I am now starting to cough up boogers and sneeze all over the place. Part of my recovery will be tenting my house and decontaminating it. Walking up and down the stairs is like running a marathon. I did the dishes this morning, figuring the caked on oatmeal and dried out chicken soup probably wasn't doing me any favors in the "improving my health" department. After filling the dishwasher, I started wheezing. I feel like an old lady.
I think the worst part for me is having nothing to do. All I can do is lay here and try to find which nostril is the least plugged to breathe out of. If I am lucky I might be able to scrounge up enough energy to wash a load of laundry. You should see how long it takes me to fold a towel. My only outlet is my computer, but even then I don't want to do anything that actually requires me to think. I listen to music, add songs to my playlist and then fall asleep.
Larry feels guilty for not being here, so does my Mom. She went back to Florida Monday. I am kind of used to it, being sick on my own. I do wish someone was here to help clean up and go get me some Sprite or 7-Up. I am hoping this will be my last day of my solitary confinement. I am feeling dislodged from the world, not to mention from my own brain.
I think a hot shower is calling my name. The steam clears out my nose and the heat relaxes my muscles. It is the only good thing I have going on right now, so I would be remiss not to take full advantage of it.
4/07/2008
Returning to my life.....sort of
The last month or so has been both insane and amazing (I guess they sometimes go together). I returned back to Utah last Thursday, and as much as I missed Australia and Hawaii, it was also nice to be back on the ground again; holding my cats, hugging my Mom, smelling my home, sitting on my couch, and not living out of a suitcase. My Mom stayed here while I was away, taking care of my home and my animals. I loved having her here. I don't often admit to wanting such things in my life, wanting my Mom to be close, but after the last month I realize how much I miss her and miss having her nearby. Maybe someday we will live closer than we do now, and have since I left home at 18.
After my day of travel recovery (Thursday), we relaxed and played around town Friday. Later Mom made dinner and Oatmeal cookies. I felt bad that she was doing all the cooking, but I also saw that she was enjoying it. She had made my home hers. That actually gave me great comfort, knowing she felt such at ease. She also enjoyed her time being in the city and around her family. Saturday morning, we left and drove a few hours South to visit with my Aunt and Uncle. It was a nice, but short visit with them. Saturday night I started to feel like I was getting a cold. It wouldn't be all that unusual given the changes in humidity, air travel, two red-eye flights, and the countless numbers of cold and flu bugs floating around that I no doubt encountered numerous times.
While down south, my car turned over 100,000 miles. I had to document the event. I also took some pictures of the dogs (Chico and Jake) and horses (Kentucky, Lt. Dan, and Fuzzy Red).
I am now focusing on trying to get my health better so I can finally unpack and get my home back together since the tornado (aka me) landed last Thursday. I am happy to home eating my food (all the food mom left me), sitting on my couch under my quilt (the one mom made me), and sleeping in my bed in my sheets.
“When you're safe at home you wish you were having an adventure; when you're having an adventure you wish you were safe at home” Thorton Wilder
After my day of travel recovery (Thursday), we relaxed and played around town Friday. Later Mom made dinner and Oatmeal cookies. I felt bad that she was doing all the cooking, but I also saw that she was enjoying it. She had made my home hers. That actually gave me great comfort, knowing she felt such at ease. She also enjoyed her time being in the city and around her family. Saturday morning, we left and drove a few hours South to visit with my Aunt and Uncle. It was a nice, but short visit with them. Saturday night I started to feel like I was getting a cold. It wouldn't be all that unusual given the changes in humidity, air travel, two red-eye flights, and the countless numbers of cold and flu bugs floating around that I no doubt encountered numerous times.
While down south, my car turned over 100,000 miles. I had to document the event. I also took some pictures of the dogs (Chico and Jake) and horses (Kentucky, Lt. Dan, and Fuzzy Red).
I am now focusing on trying to get my health better so I can finally unpack and get my home back together since the tornado (aka me) landed last Thursday. I am happy to home eating my food (all the food mom left me), sitting on my couch under my quilt (the one mom made me), and sleeping in my bed in my sheets.
“When you're safe at home you wish you were having an adventure; when you're having an adventure you wish you were safe at home” Thorton Wilder
4/04/2008
Let the Countdown Begin...
As I have shared many times on this blog, I am a lover of Science Fiction. I have been hooked on the star fighting, deep space stories ever since my parents took me to Star Wars on my 5th birthday. It must have been destiny that Star Wars opened on my exact birthday (as did many Star Wars sequels) that I would find a real love in Sci Fi story telling.
I have become a religious zealot of Battlestar Galactica since its debut on Sci Fi in October 2004. Love it, Love it, Love it. As I have heard it said before, Science Fiction is not the story itself, but the backdrop in which the story takes place. This couldn't be more true for Battlestar. If you haven't seen any of these new shows, you might be recalling the original Battlestar series done in the late 70s. Yes it has the same title, the same character names: Starbuck, Adama, Boomer, the Cylons, etc..., but the storyline doesn't even compare to the 70s version, let alone the special affects.
Unfortunately, Battlestar has decided that this 4th season, which begins tonight, will be its last. They have apparently decided to exit stage right while they are still a mega hit. I am thinking a movie might be in the future???
Tonight, like many other Sci Fi nuts, I will be sitting on my sofa with a big bowl of popcorn and the surround sound fully engaged, waiting on bated breath to find out who is the 12th Cylon. I have my guesses, and believe it has to be someone big, real big. I am thinking either William Adama, or Laura Roslin. I know Roslin had cancer (which a Cylon shouldn't get), but she is also "gifted" and has visions. I guess we'll see if any of my guesses are right. Let the countdown begin....
4/02/2008
Books of my Choosing
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. I am so behind on my reading. I figured that while traveling I would have plenty of time to read, but rather the opposite held true. I was always on the go, never with much, if any time to read. The time that I did have available was spent studying for exams. Currently I am reading both Love in the Time of Cholera (still) and Witch of Portobello.
I have this pseudo book club which started with my girlfriend wanting to read books together. More people jumped on board. I haven't had too much luck with it so far. My Mom recently asked after getting 100 pages into Love in the time of Cholera, "what the Hell is this book about?" I told her it is about a love between two people that never dies and isn't fully realized for 50 years. Her response, "Get over it already." Guess who the romantic is in the family? To say the least, she just isn't getting into it. For April, I picked an Australian author with a more "mainstream" appeal. I have read her books before (Year of Wonders is one of my favorites), and find her stories easy to read and understand. Hopefully Mom can enjoy that one a bit more.
I understand that my more introspective choices of spiritual honesty, or deep, gut wrenching stories of unrequited love are not for everyone. These are depictions of life that I find I can connect to, but most people just like a good old fashioned murder mystery or an all American novel.
I will finish these books, hopefully soon, and definitely this month. I have enjoyed them so far, and I do look forward to reviewing them.
I have this pseudo book club which started with my girlfriend wanting to read books together. More people jumped on board. I haven't had too much luck with it so far. My Mom recently asked after getting 100 pages into Love in the time of Cholera, "what the Hell is this book about?" I told her it is about a love between two people that never dies and isn't fully realized for 50 years. Her response, "Get over it already." Guess who the romantic is in the family? To say the least, she just isn't getting into it. For April, I picked an Australian author with a more "mainstream" appeal. I have read her books before (Year of Wonders is one of my favorites), and find her stories easy to read and understand. Hopefully Mom can enjoy that one a bit more.
I understand that my more introspective choices of spiritual honesty, or deep, gut wrenching stories of unrequited love are not for everyone. These are depictions of life that I find I can connect to, but most people just like a good old fashioned murder mystery or an all American novel.
I will finish these books, hopefully soon, and definitely this month. I have enjoyed them so far, and I do look forward to reviewing them.
4/01/2008
Nostalgia
Some more of the trip... By the way, I never once heard "crikey," and we had to explain what a "bloom'n onion" was to some Australian friends while they looked at us in horror.
Day 5
Yesterday Larry had meetings with the Australians all afternoon. I had previously picked up a brochure for a walking tour in Canberra and decided that would be a good way to see the area. Around 9:30 I left the hotel and headed towards the Parliament buildings. It was a few miles away, but I got to walk through some residential neighborhoods in getting there. They are in a middle of a drought here, so the yards are rather dry and unkempt. I first stopped off at the Rose Garden at the old Parliament House. The lawn around the garden was covered with Cockatoos. Australia has some amazing birds. It is not uncommon to see a red parrot bird flying overhead. I toured the old Parliament House, the lawns, and the new Parliament house. I stopped off at a cafe in the Rose Garden for some water, a yogurt with fruit and a flat white (latte). The new Parliament House was a beautiful building, designed by American architects. They used Australia’s history as the theme for the materials used in the design (green marble columns for the eucalyptus trees).
At 1:30 I decided to head back towards the hotel to try and get some studying in. I decided to take the route back on the lake (Lake Burley Griffen) that separates the city. The lake is a quiet, peaceful place with Black Swans swimming around. They were coupled up and cooing each other. A few even made that photograph favorite heart shape with their necks.
I continued walking, walking and walking. I had wanted to stop by a glass blowing shop, but when I got there I found it closed. One thing I have noticed is how active Australians are. Wherever I am walking there are others walking, running, and bike riding.
At 6:30 we had a dinner with the Australians. It was just for the working groups, but I managed to get an invite. I have never really enjoyed these “formal” social gatherings, but it is all part of diplomatic relations. I was the “American” in my fashionable jeans, nice black shirt with a waist belt and Asian styled flats. I was under dressed for the occasion, but made it work. As we went to grab our chairs, an Australian asked me if I would take the seat next to the Australian General. I looked at him, “would you like me to?” “Yes, Please,” he smiled. The food was amazing, and wine overflowed. I only spoke to the General occasionally as he was in a pow wow with the American General. I did, however, enjoy the company of the Australian next to me. He is a Captain in the Australian Navy (one rank senior to Larry), but is British. I could pick up his thick English accent right away. He spoke softly and more eloquently. His humor was subtle, but I fell easily for it. We hit it off and had a great chat, discussing English humor and movies. Afterwards the diplomacy continued with Larry’s Australian counterpart at a local English Pub. We chatted until the wee hours covering Rugby, Cricket, American Sports, Politics, our accents, and our country’s characters. It is strange to have someone come up to me and say “I just love the American accent.” What? We have an accent? Obviously it make sense, but I just never thought about it that way. Overall, it was a great day......a long day, but a great one. We crashed when we got back to the room. Some time in the middle of the night I woke Larry and asked if he had pack any antacids (had a little heartburn from the Ottoman food), he responded by picking up the TV remote and pushing buttons. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was looking for the antacid. Hummm, I think I’ll look for myself.
Day 6
Today I had to get caught up on some studying and doing a little laundry. One thing I have not adjusted to is the cost of things here. The laundry room was actually the same laundry used by the hotel staff. It cost $5 to wash a load and $1 each 5 minutes to dry. I went across the street to a little market to by laundry soap since they wanted to charge $2 for a single use of soap. Overall it cost me about $20 to do 4 loads of laundry, half of which was air dried. It also ate up most of my morning and early afternoon, competing with the staff for washers and dryers. I spent the remaining part of the afternoon in a small rose garden here at the hotel reading my book. Around 3 Larry returned from dropping the General off at the airport. Unfortunately, most of the Americans that were part of this conference, flew in on Sunday and left on Wednesday. To me, it seems odd to go all this distance and not to enjoy some time visiting and getting to see some sights. In addition, the fact that I am the only spouse that came out is also strange. I know most of Larry’s peer have kids, but I think if I a child, I would still have to come out and bring them with. What better education than to expose kids to the world? As I told one of the guys that was heading back yesterday, I am an opportunist. When opportunity comes, you can take or leave it. I take it. He, of course, told me how lucky I am to be able to do it. I do feel lucky, but it is also choice. I choose to make seeing the world a priority over things like career, household obligations, money, etc... . I have turned down opportunity in the past for such things, and to this day those opportunities are some of the biggest regrets in my life.
Every afternoon at around 4, Larry and I walk to a small cafe for an afternoon coffee and a small pastry. Every day we have something new. I have had the flour-less chocolate cake, a lemon tart, and yesterday an apple crisp with fresh blueberries. They have amazing produce here and make some of the best salads and sandwiches I have ever had. I have also fallen in love with their yogurt. It is so creamy, like a custard. I have found that much of the food here is local, not imported in from other countries. With Australia’s tyranny of distance, they are very much dependent on themselves for their needs. All the food is grown in Australia, and you can tell. It is wonderful.
Afterward our afternoon “cuppa,” we walked down to the lakefront and visited with the ducks and swans. Around 7 we headed out to a local pizza place and shared a medium pizza (about 8 slices) and salad and a bottle of Australian wine. We were able to take out time and just enjoy being outside enjoying the city. There is no pressure to hurry up and eat so the wait staff can make tips. You don’t tip here, so the table is yours as long as you want it. We sat out there for 2 hours and then walked to a grocery store to pick up some Cadbury chocolate bars for dessert. A great night.
Day 7
It was my last day in Canberra and I still had museums to see. Larry left for his final meetings in the morning, and I went out shortly after to head off on my final self-guided walking tour. The morning was cool and I started out by a walk around the lake and a visit with the swans and duckies....again. As I walked under the bridge I could hear the chimes coming from the Carillon playing Westminster chimes. The music lasted for about a half hour. I came across some benches in a grove of Eucalyptus trees, and decided to take a sit and look out over the lake and listen to the chimes. After a bit, I headed off to the sculpture garden outside the National Gallery, and then walked towards Commonwealth place. I took lots of pictures and moved on to the National Library. I stopped inside after enjoying the sculptures outside. There was an event going on inside the atrium and two elementary age children were playing a type of music I have never heard before. It had a folk-like flavor to it, and at the end of every song the young girl would coo-coo like a bird. I enjoyed it.
I perused the bookstore and found and purchased a book on Birds of Australia, some illustrations, and a picture book of Australia. After a little shopping, I realized I was running out of time and still had not been to the National Gallery. They were having an exhibit of landscapes from Turner to Monet. Unfortunately, I did not have enough time to see the exhibit in its entirety, but picked up a book with all the works listed inside.
Around 1:30 I met up with Larry for a lunch at the museum cafe and afterwards we headed up to the Parliament house. It was the second time for me, but Larry really wanted to see it. We were actually able to sit in on a session of Parliament for a bit. I enjoyed the debate and vocal ribbing. I like the emotion displayed in the arguments both for and against. There is a lot of honesty and candor displayed, something that is often missing in our American debates.
I feel that I spent my time rather well while in Canberra. Talking to the locals, I have probably seen more in Canberra than most folks in Canberra, not to mention most Australians.
Day 8&9
Packed up and hit the road today. As it is Good Friday, just about everything is closed. The one place that was open was Starbucks. I had to access my email and try to contact my Anatomy professor regarding a proctor issue in taking my 3rd exam. Trying to set it up while in Australia when my professor is on Spring Break is a bit of a challenge.
We also spent some time trying to search around for “Accommodation.” When we travel, we don’t often make too many plans on what we will do, where we will stay, or how we spend our time. We like to leave ourselves open to opportunities when they present themselves. This has, for the most part, worked out quite well. However, we both forgot this weekend was Easter, and we were unaware of the Australian 4 day national holiday weekend. We had made no reservations, but had hoped to head up to the Hunter Wine Valley. Since we were unwilling to shell out $500+ a night for a hotel room, we decided to go another route and just hope a room would be available. We headed towards the back country and drove out to a small town called Yass. We stopped off at a Visitor’s center and asked about lodgings. She gave us directions to a small town called Binalong that had a B&B. We drove the extra 15 km only to drive up and see the place for sale. Hummm, don’t think this will work. We decided to continue on to the next town crossing our fingers that something would come up.
The hills in the back country are beautiful. From what we understand most tourists, let alone Americans, don’t venture past the beach communities. We like seeing different parts of an area, not just the tourist towns. The roads are narrow and sparse. Most of the time we seemed to be the only car on the road. The hills are covered in sheep and cattle. I believe most of the of this land is range land. Some of it is now being converted into wine vineyards.
As the sun began to descend in the sky, Larry looked over and saw 3 Roo’s sitting amongst some trees. I leaped from the car while it was still rolling. I jumped out and in my excitement, scared them off. In my stumbling way, I managed to get a shot of a Roo out in the distance. After I downloaded the photo, the photo revealed that he was looking right at me.
Around 7 p.m. we ended up in a town called Cowra in Cowrashire. As we drove down the main street, we saw nothing but No Vacancy signs. We turned down a side road and saw a Budget Motor Inn that still had a vacancy. We decided to just go with it. We pulled into the driveway and as I opened the car door I was met with a retriever named Toby. I figured it couldn't’t be a bad place with such a welcoming dog. The room had a certain charm in its old sofa, sagging mattress, and antique toilet kind of way. We asked the host where we could grab a bite to eat on Good Friday. He rambled on about this Bistro and that Bistro. Hummm....I do not think that word means what you think it means.
We ended up at “Vinnie’s Thai Mandarin Chinese Restaurant.” Sounds interesting, yes? It was, but it was open.
In the night, the room became hot and stuffy. They had taken out the windows in the room that would have allowed for a nice cross breeze and installed a loud, rackety AC unit. In addition, Larry and I kept rolling into the divot in the center of the mattress. The night was a series of naps rather than any real sleep.
When we checked in, we had signed up for the continental breakfast. As it was presented to us, “Muesli and cereals, fresh fruit, breads and jellies, with fresh coffee and tea.” Sounded nice, and having stayed in many B&B’s and Guesthouses in the world, I felt fairly confident that it would be hearty and tasty. The Muesli was there, but the coffee was burned and probably had been on the burner since 6:00 am. The “fresh fruit” was a can of mixed peaches and pears sitting in a Tupperware bowl. The breads was a bag of standard white bread. I had some cereal and tea, Larry had a the same and we left to go to a bakery for a real breakfast. Afterward, we headed out and ended up at a Japanese Garden. Apparently Japanese POW’s were kept in Cowra during WWII. This garden was a way of marking the end of the war.
We got back on the road and made our way to Conowindra (Co-noun-dra). We stopped at a Wine trading post and did some wine tasting. I should have had a little lunch before the tasting. By the 3rd taste I was starting to feel a little too good. We bought a few bottles and took one of them into the restaurant for some much needed food. We had some fresh bread and Tapas with a little goofy wife : ). Everything was amazingly good.
I was still a bit loopy, but decided to visit a little antique shop next door. I managed to convince Larry to buy me some Rose scented lotion.
We drove on to a town called Orange. Orange was a bigger town than any of the other towns we had stayed in. We figured there must be a decent place to stay for the night. Stopping off at the visitors center we found that once again, most places were full. The lady at the center took pity on us and called around to some different guesthouses. We were both afraid that we might end up again in a Budget Motel. The last call we made was to Clifton Gardens, a small B&B just outside of town. We were reluctant as it was the owner’s home, but decided that we had no other options. It ended up being the best decision we could have possibly made. The home was out in horse country, with their home on top of a hill overlooking the valley. Each end of their house was a suite with living room. The owners came out to meet us in the drive as did their chubby dog, Saffy. It was a wonderfully relaxing place to just take a breath. We went out to dinner in town. Larry had a HUGE steak and I had a salad with Tiger Prawns. It was tasty and fresh. For dessert we shared a Apple Cinnamon, Liquor Cheesecake.
Day 5
Yesterday Larry had meetings with the Australians all afternoon. I had previously picked up a brochure for a walking tour in Canberra and decided that would be a good way to see the area. Around 9:30 I left the hotel and headed towards the Parliament buildings. It was a few miles away, but I got to walk through some residential neighborhoods in getting there. They are in a middle of a drought here, so the yards are rather dry and unkempt. I first stopped off at the Rose Garden at the old Parliament House. The lawn around the garden was covered with Cockatoos. Australia has some amazing birds. It is not uncommon to see a red parrot bird flying overhead. I toured the old Parliament House, the lawns, and the new Parliament house. I stopped off at a cafe in the Rose Garden for some water, a yogurt with fruit and a flat white (latte). The new Parliament House was a beautiful building, designed by American architects. They used Australia’s history as the theme for the materials used in the design (green marble columns for the eucalyptus trees).
At 1:30 I decided to head back towards the hotel to try and get some studying in. I decided to take the route back on the lake (Lake Burley Griffen) that separates the city. The lake is a quiet, peaceful place with Black Swans swimming around. They were coupled up and cooing each other. A few even made that photograph favorite heart shape with their necks.
I continued walking, walking and walking. I had wanted to stop by a glass blowing shop, but when I got there I found it closed. One thing I have noticed is how active Australians are. Wherever I am walking there are others walking, running, and bike riding.
At 6:30 we had a dinner with the Australians. It was just for the working groups, but I managed to get an invite. I have never really enjoyed these “formal” social gatherings, but it is all part of diplomatic relations. I was the “American” in my fashionable jeans, nice black shirt with a waist belt and Asian styled flats. I was under dressed for the occasion, but made it work. As we went to grab our chairs, an Australian asked me if I would take the seat next to the Australian General. I looked at him, “would you like me to?” “Yes, Please,” he smiled. The food was amazing, and wine overflowed. I only spoke to the General occasionally as he was in a pow wow with the American General. I did, however, enjoy the company of the Australian next to me. He is a Captain in the Australian Navy (one rank senior to Larry), but is British. I could pick up his thick English accent right away. He spoke softly and more eloquently. His humor was subtle, but I fell easily for it. We hit it off and had a great chat, discussing English humor and movies. Afterwards the diplomacy continued with Larry’s Australian counterpart at a local English Pub. We chatted until the wee hours covering Rugby, Cricket, American Sports, Politics, our accents, and our country’s characters. It is strange to have someone come up to me and say “I just love the American accent.” What? We have an accent? Obviously it make sense, but I just never thought about it that way. Overall, it was a great day......a long day, but a great one. We crashed when we got back to the room. Some time in the middle of the night I woke Larry and asked if he had pack any antacids (had a little heartburn from the Ottoman food), he responded by picking up the TV remote and pushing buttons. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was looking for the antacid. Hummm, I think I’ll look for myself.
Day 6
Today I had to get caught up on some studying and doing a little laundry. One thing I have not adjusted to is the cost of things here. The laundry room was actually the same laundry used by the hotel staff. It cost $5 to wash a load and $1 each 5 minutes to dry. I went across the street to a little market to by laundry soap since they wanted to charge $2 for a single use of soap. Overall it cost me about $20 to do 4 loads of laundry, half of which was air dried. It also ate up most of my morning and early afternoon, competing with the staff for washers and dryers. I spent the remaining part of the afternoon in a small rose garden here at the hotel reading my book. Around 3 Larry returned from dropping the General off at the airport. Unfortunately, most of the Americans that were part of this conference, flew in on Sunday and left on Wednesday. To me, it seems odd to go all this distance and not to enjoy some time visiting and getting to see some sights. In addition, the fact that I am the only spouse that came out is also strange. I know most of Larry’s peer have kids, but I think if I a child, I would still have to come out and bring them with. What better education than to expose kids to the world? As I told one of the guys that was heading back yesterday, I am an opportunist. When opportunity comes, you can take or leave it. I take it. He, of course, told me how lucky I am to be able to do it. I do feel lucky, but it is also choice. I choose to make seeing the world a priority over things like career, household obligations, money, etc... . I have turned down opportunity in the past for such things, and to this day those opportunities are some of the biggest regrets in my life.
Every afternoon at around 4, Larry and I walk to a small cafe for an afternoon coffee and a small pastry. Every day we have something new. I have had the flour-less chocolate cake, a lemon tart, and yesterday an apple crisp with fresh blueberries. They have amazing produce here and make some of the best salads and sandwiches I have ever had. I have also fallen in love with their yogurt. It is so creamy, like a custard. I have found that much of the food here is local, not imported in from other countries. With Australia’s tyranny of distance, they are very much dependent on themselves for their needs. All the food is grown in Australia, and you can tell. It is wonderful.
Afterward our afternoon “cuppa,” we walked down to the lakefront and visited with the ducks and swans. Around 7 we headed out to a local pizza place and shared a medium pizza (about 8 slices) and salad and a bottle of Australian wine. We were able to take out time and just enjoy being outside enjoying the city. There is no pressure to hurry up and eat so the wait staff can make tips. You don’t tip here, so the table is yours as long as you want it. We sat out there for 2 hours and then walked to a grocery store to pick up some Cadbury chocolate bars for dessert. A great night.
Day 7
It was my last day in Canberra and I still had museums to see. Larry left for his final meetings in the morning, and I went out shortly after to head off on my final self-guided walking tour. The morning was cool and I started out by a walk around the lake and a visit with the swans and duckies....again. As I walked under the bridge I could hear the chimes coming from the Carillon playing Westminster chimes. The music lasted for about a half hour. I came across some benches in a grove of Eucalyptus trees, and decided to take a sit and look out over the lake and listen to the chimes. After a bit, I headed off to the sculpture garden outside the National Gallery, and then walked towards Commonwealth place. I took lots of pictures and moved on to the National Library. I stopped inside after enjoying the sculptures outside. There was an event going on inside the atrium and two elementary age children were playing a type of music I have never heard before. It had a folk-like flavor to it, and at the end of every song the young girl would coo-coo like a bird. I enjoyed it.
I perused the bookstore and found and purchased a book on Birds of Australia, some illustrations, and a picture book of Australia. After a little shopping, I realized I was running out of time and still had not been to the National Gallery. They were having an exhibit of landscapes from Turner to Monet. Unfortunately, I did not have enough time to see the exhibit in its entirety, but picked up a book with all the works listed inside.
Around 1:30 I met up with Larry for a lunch at the museum cafe and afterwards we headed up to the Parliament house. It was the second time for me, but Larry really wanted to see it. We were actually able to sit in on a session of Parliament for a bit. I enjoyed the debate and vocal ribbing. I like the emotion displayed in the arguments both for and against. There is a lot of honesty and candor displayed, something that is often missing in our American debates.
I feel that I spent my time rather well while in Canberra. Talking to the locals, I have probably seen more in Canberra than most folks in Canberra, not to mention most Australians.
Day 8&9
Packed up and hit the road today. As it is Good Friday, just about everything is closed. The one place that was open was Starbucks. I had to access my email and try to contact my Anatomy professor regarding a proctor issue in taking my 3rd exam. Trying to set it up while in Australia when my professor is on Spring Break is a bit of a challenge.
We also spent some time trying to search around for “Accommodation.” When we travel, we don’t often make too many plans on what we will do, where we will stay, or how we spend our time. We like to leave ourselves open to opportunities when they present themselves. This has, for the most part, worked out quite well. However, we both forgot this weekend was Easter, and we were unaware of the Australian 4 day national holiday weekend. We had made no reservations, but had hoped to head up to the Hunter Wine Valley. Since we were unwilling to shell out $500+ a night for a hotel room, we decided to go another route and just hope a room would be available. We headed towards the back country and drove out to a small town called Yass. We stopped off at a Visitor’s center and asked about lodgings. She gave us directions to a small town called Binalong that had a B&B. We drove the extra 15 km only to drive up and see the place for sale. Hummm, don’t think this will work. We decided to continue on to the next town crossing our fingers that something would come up.
The hills in the back country are beautiful. From what we understand most tourists, let alone Americans, don’t venture past the beach communities. We like seeing different parts of an area, not just the tourist towns. The roads are narrow and sparse. Most of the time we seemed to be the only car on the road. The hills are covered in sheep and cattle. I believe most of the of this land is range land. Some of it is now being converted into wine vineyards.
As the sun began to descend in the sky, Larry looked over and saw 3 Roo’s sitting amongst some trees. I leaped from the car while it was still rolling. I jumped out and in my excitement, scared them off. In my stumbling way, I managed to get a shot of a Roo out in the distance. After I downloaded the photo, the photo revealed that he was looking right at me.
Around 7 p.m. we ended up in a town called Cowra in Cowrashire. As we drove down the main street, we saw nothing but No Vacancy signs. We turned down a side road and saw a Budget Motor Inn that still had a vacancy. We decided to just go with it. We pulled into the driveway and as I opened the car door I was met with a retriever named Toby. I figured it couldn't’t be a bad place with such a welcoming dog. The room had a certain charm in its old sofa, sagging mattress, and antique toilet kind of way. We asked the host where we could grab a bite to eat on Good Friday. He rambled on about this Bistro and that Bistro. Hummm....I do not think that word means what you think it means.
We ended up at “Vinnie’s Thai Mandarin Chinese Restaurant.” Sounds interesting, yes? It was, but it was open.
In the night, the room became hot and stuffy. They had taken out the windows in the room that would have allowed for a nice cross breeze and installed a loud, rackety AC unit. In addition, Larry and I kept rolling into the divot in the center of the mattress. The night was a series of naps rather than any real sleep.
When we checked in, we had signed up for the continental breakfast. As it was presented to us, “Muesli and cereals, fresh fruit, breads and jellies, with fresh coffee and tea.” Sounded nice, and having stayed in many B&B’s and Guesthouses in the world, I felt fairly confident that it would be hearty and tasty. The Muesli was there, but the coffee was burned and probably had been on the burner since 6:00 am. The “fresh fruit” was a can of mixed peaches and pears sitting in a Tupperware bowl. The breads was a bag of standard white bread. I had some cereal and tea, Larry had a the same and we left to go to a bakery for a real breakfast. Afterward, we headed out and ended up at a Japanese Garden. Apparently Japanese POW’s were kept in Cowra during WWII. This garden was a way of marking the end of the war.
We got back on the road and made our way to Conowindra (Co-noun-dra). We stopped at a Wine trading post and did some wine tasting. I should have had a little lunch before the tasting. By the 3rd taste I was starting to feel a little too good. We bought a few bottles and took one of them into the restaurant for some much needed food. We had some fresh bread and Tapas with a little goofy wife : ). Everything was amazingly good.
I was still a bit loopy, but decided to visit a little antique shop next door. I managed to convince Larry to buy me some Rose scented lotion.
We drove on to a town called Orange. Orange was a bigger town than any of the other towns we had stayed in. We figured there must be a decent place to stay for the night. Stopping off at the visitors center we found that once again, most places were full. The lady at the center took pity on us and called around to some different guesthouses. We were both afraid that we might end up again in a Budget Motel. The last call we made was to Clifton Gardens, a small B&B just outside of town. We were reluctant as it was the owner’s home, but decided that we had no other options. It ended up being the best decision we could have possibly made. The home was out in horse country, with their home on top of a hill overlooking the valley. Each end of their house was a suite with living room. The owners came out to meet us in the drive as did their chubby dog, Saffy. It was a wonderfully relaxing place to just take a breath. We went out to dinner in town. Larry had a HUGE steak and I had a salad with Tiger Prawns. It was tasty and fresh. For dessert we shared a Apple Cinnamon, Liquor Cheesecake.
3/31/2008
3/30/2008
The Debate Continues
Last night Larry and I went out for a bite and then headed down to the beach. We were going to do some night time Kayaking, but a front had passed through making for some very turbulent waters. We hiked around the rocks and took some pictures. I cut my toe open on a sharp piece of lava (what's new?).
As we toodled around, we began to discuss Earth Hour and its importance. Larry shared his opinion that Earth Hour itself won't do anything to cut carbon emissions, that the production from the energy plants won't change for that hour. This is obvious to me. I might be a perpetual optimist and even a bit naive, but I am no fool. I understand how electricity works, and that turning off your lights for one hour will not shut down production. In fact, our lights were off more than just than that one hour because we were at the beach. I began to debate with him.
There is probably nothing more mentally stimulating to me than a good debate with my husband. We spar words, ideas, and philosophies, and it never gets personal, nor is the expectation that one should change their opinions to conform to the others.
I posed to him, "then why do it?" "Why do millions of humans feel it is important, including me?" At first he didn't know why. "Because it means something!" I exclaimed. What I meant is that by taking one Earth Hour, turning off your lights, and taking action has meaning. It is taking a stand for change. It is a moment of unified solidarity for Hope that we can and will change our habits and abuses. A person such as myself, feels the overwhelming cruelty and and greed that governs a lot the world. Those like me need to feel Hope that we have a voice and we can make a difference. At the very least, it is an educational tool for the next generations.
If enough people stop buying a ticket for a particular flight, then eventually the airline will cancel the flight. If enough people cut their use (electrical, petrol, waste), then eventually the companies will produce less....cutting emissions. This might take decades to do, with more aggressive policies, but it can happen.
I sat on the beach watching the darkness fall and the stars twinkle. With the sound of the waves hitting the shore and the outline of the Mountains casting a mystical shadow in the distance, I thought to myself, "How can I do nothing? How can I just sit by and take no action? Doesn't anyone else see the beauty we have? Doesn't anyone else see the gift we have been given?" For me, that is all I have to ask to know what action to take.
As we toodled around, we began to discuss Earth Hour and its importance. Larry shared his opinion that Earth Hour itself won't do anything to cut carbon emissions, that the production from the energy plants won't change for that hour. This is obvious to me. I might be a perpetual optimist and even a bit naive, but I am no fool. I understand how electricity works, and that turning off your lights for one hour will not shut down production. In fact, our lights were off more than just than that one hour because we were at the beach. I began to debate with him.
There is probably nothing more mentally stimulating to me than a good debate with my husband. We spar words, ideas, and philosophies, and it never gets personal, nor is the expectation that one should change their opinions to conform to the others.
I posed to him, "then why do it?" "Why do millions of humans feel it is important, including me?" At first he didn't know why. "Because it means something!" I exclaimed. What I meant is that by taking one Earth Hour, turning off your lights, and taking action has meaning. It is taking a stand for change. It is a moment of unified solidarity for Hope that we can and will change our habits and abuses. A person such as myself, feels the overwhelming cruelty and and greed that governs a lot the world. Those like me need to feel Hope that we have a voice and we can make a difference. At the very least, it is an educational tool for the next generations.
If enough people stop buying a ticket for a particular flight, then eventually the airline will cancel the flight. If enough people cut their use (electrical, petrol, waste), then eventually the companies will produce less....cutting emissions. This might take decades to do, with more aggressive policies, but it can happen.
I sat on the beach watching the darkness fall and the stars twinkle. With the sound of the waves hitting the shore and the outline of the Mountains casting a mystical shadow in the distance, I thought to myself, "How can I do nothing? How can I just sit by and take no action? Doesn't anyone else see the beauty we have? Doesn't anyone else see the gift we have been given?" For me, that is all I have to ask to know what action to take.
3/29/2008
Earth Hour
Tonight, no matter were you are in the world, light some candles, turn off the TV, the computer, and the lights for one hour starting at 8pm. What can one do for that hour without electricity? Pretend you are your ancestors that have just arrived to the new world, tell Ghost stories, sleep, read by candle light, make love, walk around naked since no one can see you. You get the idea. Honolulu is one of the cities that has signed up to participate, and sadly there aren't many cities in the US that are participating, but that doesn't mean YOU can't.
Do you part. It is as simple as turning a switch.
3/27/2008
Dancing with Matilda
I am back to Hawaii. After a wonderful, amazing, busy adventure in Australia, I have returned to the U.S.. I have to admit that I almost cried when I got on the plane to come home. I really loved it there. Life is so free in Australia. I have so many stories, so many observations. I love the people, the places, even their government. I enjoyed that the focus in life is in living life, and enjoying your mates. I loved the desire for Eco living. This does not appear to be out of pressure, but more as a general acceptance of how one must live to be sustainable. I love that in every space there is some piece of creative focus, whether it is architecture, or park design, or a piece of sculpture. I loved that people didn't struggle with my name. In fact they felt a bit of connection with me because of it. And for some reason the blokes found me rather handsome. I don't know why, but if you ask my husband, he'll tell you all about it.
I did feel sometimes our "Americanism" came out somehow. I still don't understand it, but when we would go out to dinner, people would just turn and stare at us. I thought maybe it was because of my husbands size (Rugby size), but then Australians have a rather large build to begin with, both men and women. I spent a bit of time trying to analyze the accent. I won't go into a lot of detail here, but I did find a few things rather interesting. When explaining something to you, they end each sentence modifying the last word sound to end like a question. Probably the funniest colloquialism that I came across; "budgy smugglers." Think on that one a bit, and I tell you what its reference is to later on. They say, "oh no" a lot when reacting to not so good news or surprises. When they say "no," it comes out "noyw." That is the best way I can spell it without using IPA, which would probably confuse even more.
Most Americans think that Australia is smaller than it actually is. Probably because it is out there on its own. All of Europe fits inside Australia's boundaries. So no, I did not get to Ularu, the Great Barrier Reef, or even Melbourne. Larry worked for a week, so we just didn't have the time to go too far. Melbourne is a 9 hour drive, the Reef is a 3 day drive from Sydney, and Ularu is about the same.
I did keep up on my journal a bit, give a day or two. I also took some 300 pictures. I think they help tell the story too. I will try and pick only a couple from my collection. I will post some of my journal later.
Sunrise from the Harbor Bridge looking at Sydney.
Same day and time, looking at the Opera house
Downtown Sydney. I love the angle I got on this shot.
A painting on the side of a highway. This portrays "The Rocks" in the early 1900s.
City scape from the Botanical Gardens. Our hotel was on the right.
Manly Beach
Larry, Clay and Annie
Canberra
Oldest Pub in Sydney
The Countryside
One of my favorites! Cowrashire at sunset. Looks fantastic, but it is very real.
Blue Mountains
Fruit Bats
Kangaroo on the side of the road.
Australian Flag on top of Parliament House.
I should probably stop now, or things are going to get out of control. Please click them open and see them in their larger, original size.
Finally...
Us in the Blue Mountains
I will put my pictures on Flickr, so you see more of Australia there.
3/17/2008
Hello from Down Under!!
G'Day Mate! I am currently in Canberra Australia. We arrived last Friday (Thursday in the States) in Sydney. Having a blast! I have been keeping a journal, but the internet and access is not like it is in the states. I am paying $.61 a minute to write, but I had to do some school stuff anyway. Here are my journal entries.
Day 1 Sydney Australia
We have arrived on the other side of the equator. Yes, I did check to see if the toilet water flushes in the opposite direction, but as Sydney is more continental, they have changed the toilets (at least the one’s I have visited) to the European style “suck and flush.” First, I must give kudos to Hawaiian Airlines. It was my first time flying on Hawaiian, and I can say it won’t be my last. Talk about customer service! After being treated like cattle for so many years, It was nice to be talked to, considered, FED, hydrated, and entertained. First thing we notice was that a Australian couple with a young baby were sitting at the bulkhead row (the one with the wall in front). The flight attendants attached a small baby crib to the wall, so the baby could sleep comfortably (not to mention the parents). I found this to be a great convenience for parents with small children. Because of it, the baby was able to sleep soundly most of the 10 hours to Sydney from Hawaii. They also rent out small portable dvd players that came loaded with about 12 new release movies, T.V programs, and music. It made the time fly by.
We finally landed at around 7:00p.m. Australia time, 10:00 Honolulu time, and I have no idea what the time was in Utah. All I knew was we had been traveling for 10 hours and I was exhausted. We took a cab to downtown Sydney were our hotel was. The Intercontential Hotel was very posh and lovely. It overlooked the Botanical Garden and is a stone’s throw from the Harbor and Opera House. We were fortunate the Embassy here hooked us up with what is considered a good rate ($200 a night). We got to the room and unpacked. I jumped in the shower and afterwards noticed some unruly eyebrow hairs. I asked Larry if he would pull them out for me. When I lied down, and as he was ripping the hairs from my face, I started snoring. Yeah....I think I was really tired!
Day 2
We got up at 4:45a.m. (Jet Lag), and decided to get dressed and head out into the city. We thought it would be great to go watch the sun rise from the Sydney Harbor Bridge. Getting to the bridge we made a lot of wrong turns and climbed a lot of stairs, but eventually we made it with minutes to spare. We also found our way into a historic area of Sydney, Old Sydney. It reminded me a lot of Charleston, SC in the states. They call the area “The Rocks.” There is still quite of bit of excavation going on as they continue to unearth the history of the original peoples that landed on this continent. After the walk to the bridge, we made our way to a Starbucks for a croissant and latte. By 9 a.m. we were both a little tired and decided to go back to the room for a little rest. At 11 we decided to go to the Botanical Gardens which covers a large land mass. One of the challenges I have had here is the weather. This is suppose to be fall here, but for the last week, they have had record heat. All summer it was cooler than normal, but the week we arrive, they have record heat. Most of my luggage is full of light sweaters, jeans, and jackets....none of which I can use in 90 degree heat with 80% humidity. I did pack some light shirts and a few pairs of short, but it is still extremely hot. Around noon, we met Annie and Clay (Larry’s former boss) for a harbor cruise and lunch at the famous Manly Beach.
Later in the evening we took the train to the Olympic Stadium for a Rugby game. Rugby is more than a sport here, it is the culture of the people here. They LOVE Rugby. I was trying to learn the sport as the game went along. It seemed pretty simple, but very aggressive. I can’t imagine players are physically able to play pass the age of 30. The body takes a beating. It was fun, and I know Larry really liked it. The train ride was a sport in it self. It took longer to ride the train to and from the game than the game itself. The trains are pretty gross actually, not like German or Japanese trains. Even the Metro in D.C. is cleaner. We got back to the room and I crawled in bed and died. I think I might have entered a coma like state that night.
Day 3
Clay and Annie wanted to drive us around to all the beaches and surrounding areas. We checked out of the hotel and loaded up their car. We drove around to all the well known places such as Bondi Beach and Clay showed us the places where he grew up. His father was also in the military, so when Clay was a child, his father was stationed at a lighthouse on the South Head of the Sydney Harbor. He grew up at this lighthouse with views of the Pacific on one side and Sydney on the other. What a great place to have a childhood.
Sydney is a huge place, and like most American cities, the suburbs go on and on and on. After spending the afternoon with them, they dropped us off at a car rental place. We said Good-bye and picked up our car. Here they drive on the other side of the road, with the driver’s seat on the other side of the car. As we headed toward the highway, I kept saying “to the left, to the left.” That is the car mantra now. Once we got to Canberra, we took a wrong turn and drove a mile or two on the other side before we realized our mistake. Thank goodness there weren’t any other cars on the road.
Canberra couldn’t be more different from Sydney. It is dry with tall Eucalyptus trees everywhere. The birds are amazing, but it is a rather small city. Canberra is the center of the government here. The Parliament house it here as are the National Museums and Galleries. But it is strange that they are here and not Melbourne or Sydney. We walked around the city last night to try and find a grocery store for breakfast items. We were gone for 2 hours. There isn’t much here. I went to bed about 10 while Larry was ironing his uniforms. Around 11, a Colonel called. I about jumped out of my skin! Hello...it is 11 o’clock! I immediately got moody, “so does he need you to come wipe his butt?” I growled. Fortunately Larry knows me well enough to not take my sarcasm seriously. I like my sleep.
Day 4
Larry and I were up around 6, but Larry had to get dressed and ready for the morning of meetings he had to attend. I had some tea and breakfast, showered, got the laundry together for some washing, and spent a bit of time trying to get in some studying. It has been a bear trying to find internet access. Wireless doesn’t really exist, let alone free wireless. The hotel in Sydney wanted to charge $15 for an hour! That seems crazy to me, but I think Australia is a little behind on those types of technologies.
Around 10, Larry was finished for the day and came to pick me up for lunch with the rest of his co-workers. We found a nice shaded cafe for lunch in the Kingston District. Afterwards, we all headed to the War Memorial. We had the General with us, essentially he is the reason Larry is here. This a man that literally has the White House on his speed dial. I find I am little unsure of myself around him, and even though I know he is just a human like the rest of us, his rank and responsibility makes him seem unworldly. I chatted small talk with him, and will again tonight when we meet up for St. Patrick’s Day at a local Irish Pub. It seems strange, little old Bindy from SLC sharing a green beer with a 2 star General. Will someone pinch me please!?
Day 1 Sydney Australia
We have arrived on the other side of the equator. Yes, I did check to see if the toilet water flushes in the opposite direction, but as Sydney is more continental, they have changed the toilets (at least the one’s I have visited) to the European style “suck and flush.” First, I must give kudos to Hawaiian Airlines. It was my first time flying on Hawaiian, and I can say it won’t be my last. Talk about customer service! After being treated like cattle for so many years, It was nice to be talked to, considered, FED, hydrated, and entertained. First thing we notice was that a Australian couple with a young baby were sitting at the bulkhead row (the one with the wall in front). The flight attendants attached a small baby crib to the wall, so the baby could sleep comfortably (not to mention the parents). I found this to be a great convenience for parents with small children. Because of it, the baby was able to sleep soundly most of the 10 hours to Sydney from Hawaii. They also rent out small portable dvd players that came loaded with about 12 new release movies, T.V programs, and music. It made the time fly by.
We finally landed at around 7:00p.m. Australia time, 10:00 Honolulu time, and I have no idea what the time was in Utah. All I knew was we had been traveling for 10 hours and I was exhausted. We took a cab to downtown Sydney were our hotel was. The Intercontential Hotel was very posh and lovely. It overlooked the Botanical Garden and is a stone’s throw from the Harbor and Opera House. We were fortunate the Embassy here hooked us up with what is considered a good rate ($200 a night). We got to the room and unpacked. I jumped in the shower and afterwards noticed some unruly eyebrow hairs. I asked Larry if he would pull them out for me. When I lied down, and as he was ripping the hairs from my face, I started snoring. Yeah....I think I was really tired!
Day 2
We got up at 4:45a.m. (Jet Lag), and decided to get dressed and head out into the city. We thought it would be great to go watch the sun rise from the Sydney Harbor Bridge. Getting to the bridge we made a lot of wrong turns and climbed a lot of stairs, but eventually we made it with minutes to spare. We also found our way into a historic area of Sydney, Old Sydney. It reminded me a lot of Charleston, SC in the states. They call the area “The Rocks.” There is still quite of bit of excavation going on as they continue to unearth the history of the original peoples that landed on this continent. After the walk to the bridge, we made our way to a Starbucks for a croissant and latte. By 9 a.m. we were both a little tired and decided to go back to the room for a little rest. At 11 we decided to go to the Botanical Gardens which covers a large land mass. One of the challenges I have had here is the weather. This is suppose to be fall here, but for the last week, they have had record heat. All summer it was cooler than normal, but the week we arrive, they have record heat. Most of my luggage is full of light sweaters, jeans, and jackets....none of which I can use in 90 degree heat with 80% humidity. I did pack some light shirts and a few pairs of short, but it is still extremely hot. Around noon, we met Annie and Clay (Larry’s former boss) for a harbor cruise and lunch at the famous Manly Beach.
Later in the evening we took the train to the Olympic Stadium for a Rugby game. Rugby is more than a sport here, it is the culture of the people here. They LOVE Rugby. I was trying to learn the sport as the game went along. It seemed pretty simple, but very aggressive. I can’t imagine players are physically able to play pass the age of 30. The body takes a beating. It was fun, and I know Larry really liked it. The train ride was a sport in it self. It took longer to ride the train to and from the game than the game itself. The trains are pretty gross actually, not like German or Japanese trains. Even the Metro in D.C. is cleaner. We got back to the room and I crawled in bed and died. I think I might have entered a coma like state that night.
Day 3
Clay and Annie wanted to drive us around to all the beaches and surrounding areas. We checked out of the hotel and loaded up their car. We drove around to all the well known places such as Bondi Beach and Clay showed us the places where he grew up. His father was also in the military, so when Clay was a child, his father was stationed at a lighthouse on the South Head of the Sydney Harbor. He grew up at this lighthouse with views of the Pacific on one side and Sydney on the other. What a great place to have a childhood.
Sydney is a huge place, and like most American cities, the suburbs go on and on and on. After spending the afternoon with them, they dropped us off at a car rental place. We said Good-bye and picked up our car. Here they drive on the other side of the road, with the driver’s seat on the other side of the car. As we headed toward the highway, I kept saying “to the left, to the left.” That is the car mantra now. Once we got to Canberra, we took a wrong turn and drove a mile or two on the other side before we realized our mistake. Thank goodness there weren’t any other cars on the road.
Canberra couldn’t be more different from Sydney. It is dry with tall Eucalyptus trees everywhere. The birds are amazing, but it is a rather small city. Canberra is the center of the government here. The Parliament house it here as are the National Museums and Galleries. But it is strange that they are here and not Melbourne or Sydney. We walked around the city last night to try and find a grocery store for breakfast items. We were gone for 2 hours. There isn’t much here. I went to bed about 10 while Larry was ironing his uniforms. Around 11, a Colonel called. I about jumped out of my skin! Hello...it is 11 o’clock! I immediately got moody, “so does he need you to come wipe his butt?” I growled. Fortunately Larry knows me well enough to not take my sarcasm seriously. I like my sleep.
Day 4
Larry and I were up around 6, but Larry had to get dressed and ready for the morning of meetings he had to attend. I had some tea and breakfast, showered, got the laundry together for some washing, and spent a bit of time trying to get in some studying. It has been a bear trying to find internet access. Wireless doesn’t really exist, let alone free wireless. The hotel in Sydney wanted to charge $15 for an hour! That seems crazy to me, but I think Australia is a little behind on those types of technologies.
Around 10, Larry was finished for the day and came to pick me up for lunch with the rest of his co-workers. We found a nice shaded cafe for lunch in the Kingston District. Afterwards, we all headed to the War Memorial. We had the General with us, essentially he is the reason Larry is here. This a man that literally has the White House on his speed dial. I find I am little unsure of myself around him, and even though I know he is just a human like the rest of us, his rank and responsibility makes him seem unworldly. I chatted small talk with him, and will again tonight when we meet up for St. Patrick’s Day at a local Irish Pub. It seems strange, little old Bindy from SLC sharing a green beer with a 2 star General. Will someone pinch me please!?
3/12/2008
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